Crimson Reign (21 page)

“Are we fighting or fucking, vampire?” Laziel jerked viciously on Lachi’s swollen sex.

Lachi popped the celestial’s cock free of his mouth long enough for one word.

“Both.”

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CHAPTER NINE

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Highly aroused and bristling from the sexual energy brought about by adapting to another gender, Laziel’s body practically thrummed with need. Rapture unlike anything he’d ever perceived possible rushed over the surface of his flesh. Laziel’s nerves tingled from just the barest whisper of Lachi’s breath, ramping up the lust blistering through his veins. Lachi’s touch scorched flesh and the feel of his warm, wet hungry mouth devouring the thickly ridged head and length of his sex nearly sent the Laziel soaring over the edge.

Carnal moans permeated the air to blend with the decadent groans of euphoria escaping Lachi’s suckling mouth. The vampire drank deep, piercing the well of his angelic flesh again and again with the savage need to feed, and mark Laziel as his own. Laziel delighted in the carnally debauched way in which Lachi fed, yearned for it with a potency that slipped into the void of obsession. Laziel would never tire, never be sated of the desire that dwelled in his heart for this male, this vampire. Laziel coveted him, and accommodated Lachi’s need for pleasure and pain with his ability to withstand the vampire’s most immorally debauched acts of sadism while willingly feeding and bleeding for the male who’d stolen his heart.

Laziel’s back arched as Lachi struck again and tapped the rich flowing vein between his wide open thighs.

“Oh, fuck yes, Lachi. Deeper, please,” he pleaded as Lachi teased his hands up between his legs to cup the bloodied sac of angelic seed. The vampire rolled the smooth slickened globes between his fingers, and then squeezed hard as he gorged on the sweet, heady ecstasy of Laziel’s celestial blood. Lachi’s thirst combined into an all...out frenzy of lust, greed and an angered savagery that Laziel adored.

The clench of Lachi’s fist slipped up to coat Laziel’s cock with the secreted saccharinity seeping from his balls causing Laziel to cry out as Lachi tightened his grip and pumped him with avid ferocity and strength. His wings trembled at his back as his hands fisted tight, gripping the ebony darkness of the vampire’s hair. They threatened to erupt in a curtain of black satin feathers. Forcibly keeping them locked down, Laziel dragged Lachi’s blood drenched mouth up to meet his own starved mouth. The kiss wasn’t sweet; it was torrid, fast and dealt with blistering heat as fangs seared the succulent flesh of Laziel’s delving tongue.

With a swipe at his hand, Laziel loosened Lachi’s grip from the length of his shaft and shifted to place his legs over Lachi’s shoulders. He reached up and pulled the male down hard against his broad chest. Their mouths fused and stayed that way, even when Laziel grabbed at the vampire’s weeping sex and thrust it hard against the blood slickened opening of his waiting ass. “Show me how much you liked that fucking dress, vampire. Then fuck me and make sure it hurts like hell.”

The kiss broke apart. A grin of malevolent intent spread across Lachi’s handsomely chiseled face. The weight of its intensity brought Lachi’s eyes to life as they bore into Laziel, smoldering with need. With agile strength, Lachi glided his hands under Laziel’s smooth ass and lifted him clear off the floor. Laziel grinned and a deep and throaty laugh full of carnal want escaped his lips when Lachi placed him amongst the sumptuous mounds of pillows adorning the draped expanse of their four poster bed.

Keeping their bodies close, Lachi inched them up along the smooth satin sheets until Laziel’s back lay flush with the solid ebony wood headboard. He removed his hands from the angel’s ass to tug long muscular legs down around his waist. The vampire came to rest flush in between Laziel’s legs, trapping him against the headboard leaving very little room to maneuver. From the look on Lachi’s face, that was exactly what the vampire intended. Lachi sat back, the mounds of his ass resting on the back of his legs. He shuffled even closer before fisting a handful of Laziel’s waist length hair and pulling them together.

He growled, “I’ll do more than show you what I thought of that dress, and what’s more, I’ll make your punishment severe for being such a sardonic little tease. But then, you’d fucking like that, wouldn’t you, angel? You want me to hurt you and make you bleed for me as I fuck that tight ass?”

Laziel groaned as Lachi closed in and savagely explored every inch of his wanton mouth. His ass ground against Lachi’s thick shaft, making the vampire growl with impatience. And, when Lachi ploughed his fingers hard into the crevice of Laziel’s moist ass, he ground even harder, encouraging the vampire’s lustful ministrations with a whisper soft voice as he pleaded in the vampire’s native Italian tongue.

“Take me hard. Make me feel you, make me want...oh fuck, Lachi! Yes, my dark one, my beloved vampire; more I want more. Please…”

Lachi’s eyes widened as a string of accented expletives slipped from his mouth in a guttural growl. “I want to fuck you so hard, angel. God when you beg…with that beautiful mouth of yours in that way, it drives me fucking insane.”

Laziel gasped unashamedly as Lachi removed his fingers from the ring of his clenched ass. He moaned, missing the rough warmth that had filled him until Lachi’s full weight bore up and impaled Laziel with a frenzied thrust of his broad, slick shaft. “Oh cazzo, Azarian…si.”

“So tight. You’re always so God damned tight. I love this ass of yours, angel.” Lachi ground out pushing, Laziel further up against the ebony headboard. He moved his hands to use the wooden frame to its full advantage. Lachi’s spine bowed and his head reared back. He opened his mouth as the full unbridled length of his fangs descended, exposing the ferocity of the beast that lurked beneath.

“Release him, my vampire...I beg you.” Laziel pleaded again in Italian, but the words went unheard as Lachi’s swift attack took the angel’s breath away. Pain rendered him speechless as Lachi brutally entered him, thrusting himself fiercely up to the hilt of his heavy ridged cock and used his grip on the headboard to exact the punishing force that Laziel craved. Lachi’s hips pistoned. Drawing on a vampire’s ability for speed, he spread Laziel wide before him, thrashing into him at a frenzied pace before striking hard and penetrating the vein that pulsed along the column of Laziel’s throat.

The harsh sting of the bite soon turned into the hot rush of heightened pleasure. There would be no whips, chains or devices of pain; Lachi was too far gone on the pheromones that exuded from the angel to care. Groaning with pleasure as Lachi’s mouth worried his neck; Laziel writhed hard into the vampire’s lap and rolled his hips to deepen the penetration to match each glorious pull from his neck. The room turned hazy as Laziel’s pleasure soared, but there was no escape from Lachi’s relentless assault. The vampire shifted his grip and brought his hands down under Laziel’s arms to curve up over the angel’s shoulders. He gripped hard, nails piercing flesh and retracted his fangs to invade Laziel’s mouth. Blood coated Lachi’s full lips and they shared his angelic essence between them.

With a growl, Lachi reared up onto his knees while he continued to pump into. Laziel shifted to accommodate and placed his feet on either side of Lachi’s thighs granting, his vampire the room he needed to increase the depth and speed of his plunging cock. Sweat glittered like beads of dew, coating their heated flesh and permeating the air with the sweet scent of their sex. Powerfully erotic and beguiling, Laziel knew his scent drove Lachi wild. Another frantic position change and Lachi held him aloft, cupping under his knees and slamming Laziel back against the ancient carved headboard. He rammed home his throbbing cock so hard Laziel’s spine bowed against the depth.

Still he cried out, “again, again.”

Lachi obliged, growling ferociously when his angel reached down and fisted the aching hard length of his own sex. Laziel joined in the chorus of blasphemous cursing as his thumb brushed over the highly sensitized head of his weeping cock. The tearing slit wept with seed, the perfume of which sent Lachi’s blood reeling through his veins. “Give it to me angel…give me that taste.”

Laziel sucked in air, body trembling from the onset of orgasm. He watched intently as he lifted his fingers to the vampire’s lips. Lachi took the taste of him into his mouth and licked Laziel’s essence from his fingers. The sight shot a bolt of desire straight through to the base of Laziel’s tightly fisted cock. His strokes turned feral and viciously fast as Lachi’s pounding thighs lost their rhythm. They both came amidst an orchestra of grunts, cries and warmth. Laziel’s body shook with such force that the bed moved with them as he released a thick stream of angelic seed, coating Lachi’s chest and abs. His muscles tightened when Lachi sent a wave of fire cresting up into the darkness of his slick cum filled ass. The vampire’s release sent a tornado of blistering wind around the room snuffing out the flickering candlelight and plummeting the room into a darkened void.

Enveloped within the pitch...black shroud of their room, Laziel lay still and listened to the erratic beat of Lachi’s heart. It matched Laziel’s own to a perfect pitch as the vampire slumped onto his chest and dragged them down into the cool satin sheets. He lay there, just breathing, sated from his angel’s blood and seed. Laziel stroked him, trailing just the tips of his fingers over the muscular, hard flesh of the vampire’s shoulders and lower to titillate the line of his spine. Lachi shuddered under Laziel’s tentative touch, and though it was something they very rarely shared, to Laziel the tenderness he bestowed toward Lachi felt right.

Turning onto his side, Lachi looked up at his softly glowing face, and Laziel stared straight back. He cupped the harsh line of Lachi’s jaw and leaned in to place just the whisper of a kiss to the vampire’s blood stained lips. In turn, Lachi closed his eyes and Laziel felt the tremor of fear that ran through Lachi’s veins. As an angel, Laziel knew love, true love. He’d experienced it the moment Lachi came to life within the palms of his celestial hands. But, love in its truest form seemed to either terrify or repulse the vampire Laziel worshipped and adored.

Slightly saddened by the fact, Laziel leaned back and brought Lachi in to lie swathed within protective wings that curled around Lachi’s broad back. Laziel wanted desperately to hear the words that rang so true in his heart, but knew not to push. What Laziel had was enough. It had to be. Just being next to him, feeling the life he’d gifted Lachi flow through his veins appeased Laziel’s need for love. For the moment.

“Something on your mind, Laziel?” Lachi’s words emerged rough with sleep, but Laziel didn’t want to broach the subject of emotion and love.

“Darklon mostly, and the repercussions of tonight’s slaughter and Elder enrollment.” Laziel sighed, knowing the lie would keep Lachi from digging for the truth, even if he did sense that Laziel had evaded the true subject perturbing his thoughts.

“Hmm, that motherfucker sure has a lot to answer for.” Lachi stirred as sleep eluded him. “I can’t fucking believe he petitioned his own son into my Council without notifying me of Mendeeto’s death. How the fuck did he know so fast? Something is sure as hell amiss; something neither Arial nor I caught wind of. How many more of my subjects must die for Darklon’s cause?” Frustration colored his voice and a stray hand moved to stroke Laziel’s thigh. “I should have killed him years ago instead of waiting. If I had, Mendeeto and his son would still be alive and Carmelishia would not be in mourning for the mate she’d spent the last millennia searching for. She’d been alone since her awakening and thought there was no one amongst the race for her. That changed when she met Mendeeto. But now, that’s all gone. How can I ever look her in the eye knowing who’s behind her family’s deaths? Fuck, that bastard. How many more Laziel…how many good citizens do I have to lose?”

The scent of Lachi’s anger scorched Laziel’s skin, but the full fury failed to manifest. Instead, a look of utter defeat shadowed the vampire’s face. The look of despondency deepened the emptiness of the vampire’s eyes until no spark of life remained. Laziel recognized the look as Lachi closed himself off to everything apart from the anger and hate.

“I’ll see to it that Darklon pays for this, even if it means me losing this throne I’ll take that bastard and his son down with me,” Lachi spat his vehemence as his fingers curled into the flesh of Laziel’s bleeding neck and pulled the angel against him. Lachi fed again, this time for comfort. And, as he did, Laziel cradled the vampire’s head gently against the vein that pulsed in his neck and cried the tears Lachi refused to shed.

“Bide your time, vampire. Listen to me and heed my words well. Darklon has no heir, the heart of that whom he calls his son does not bear the bloodline of your enemy. Roman was born to a human female, one that was already with child when Darklon charmed her using the power of beguilement. He used her, as more than a blood whore, and by the time she realized the depths of his depravity, it was too late. Pregnant and no longer of value, Darklon hid her in Mendeeto’s enclave as a blood whore. She was scared, lost and worried for her unborn child, a halfling. She forwarded a letter to me begging for protection.” Laziel bowed his head and nestled into Lachi as the vampire listened. His shock at Laziel’s revelation was palpable, but he did not interrupt.

“Part of being what I am made it impossible for me not to care. There was something about her letter that unsettled me. I visited Mendeeto, and under the illusion of Loz entered as envoy to your Council. Upon meeting the female, I secured her safety within the enclave. They agreed not to use her as a feeding vessel as the child she carried was potentially of the vampire race. She stayed, even after the child was indeed born vampire and reared it on the blood from her own vein. I kept track of her, and she updated me regularly, never once did she mention a visit from Darklon. I later learned she’d asked to be turned and went through her transformation well. The child grew up healthy and strong. That same child now holds a seat on your Council, his heart is pure and his mind…well let’s just say Darklon is a fool if he thinks this one will be easily swayed.”